The heavy oak door of the room was still vibrating from the force of Ethan’s entrance. Bella stood up from her bed, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She looked at Ethan, whose large frame seemed to completely swallow the small space, and then glanced back at Stella.
Stella was still sitting cross-legged on Molly’s bed, but her previous look of shock had quickly morphed into a wide, highly entertained expression. She rested her chin in her hand, a flirty smirk playing on her lips as her eyes shamelessly traveled up and down Ethan’s broad chest and sharp jawline.
"Bella... who is this?" Stella asked, her voice dripping with deliberate, playful interest.
"He is no one," Bella snapped immediately.
Before Ethan could even process the insult, Bella lunged forward, grabb
